I am here to apologize for the cold coffee from the hospital, the one i drank so, carefree.
when those fourty other adults needed it most. I sat there complaining of boredom until i noticed,
noticed the people.
the people who sit and wait.
when they are mercesly begging to give there life for those who are sitting on the white bed getting there tubes unplugged.
I heard him scream, scream at the top of his lungs that his 4 year old son died.
That the girl next to me lost her best friend from suicide.
Why did i ever complain of coffee? why did i throw it out?
why didn't i help?
YOU ARE READING
A Constellation of Thoughts
PoetryYou were a constellation, but you were also mine.
